The umpire... is like the geyser in the bathroom; we cannot do without it, yet we notice it only when it is out of order.
The laws of cricket tell of the English love of compromise between a particular freedom and a general orderliness, or legality.
Like the British constitution, cricket was not made: it has 'grown'.
The elements are cricket's presiding geniuses.
A true batsman should in most of his strokes tell the truth about himself.
A snick by Jack Hobbs is a sort of disturbance of a cosmic orderliness.